The global pandemic started a domino effect in mine and Tyler’s lives. Besides the cosmetic part of our life of cancelling trips to the Caribbean and Spain and Hawaii will probably be the next to go. The pandemic sorta put a hold on all 2020 plans, for everyone.
I’ve been sitting on my sofa with a want to write, a want to further myself but at the same time my fingers fail to procure the words I’m thinking and a nap seems like the better option with every passing second.
Yesterday, after the whole laying off business, was probably the longest day of my life. It was the first day I didn’t have a plan or at least an idea of what I was going to do. And no one to do anything with.
Life is so weird being unemployed.
I understand why I was laid off. I understand that without events going on we are bringing in no money. But why do I still have this bitter taste in my mouth?
I’m coming at you from 39,908 feet above Atlantic City and a child kicking the back of my seat. I’m flying from Hartford, CT to Orlando FL – and I’m even wearing my Mickey Mouse mask and USF hoodie just in case people didn’t realize I’m from Florida!
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
I know this isn’t really something to travel to but it gives you a taste of adventure in your own town while most borders are still locked down due to COVID-19.
I was going to write about something pertaining to work and acquaintances but my failed run made me think otherwise.